after Joni Mitchell
Minor piano notes plink rain fall
on terracotta tiles,
suburban midnight’s blue raincoat
watches the rise and fall
of your body gently breathing
in left-over incandescence.
White cotton sheet
barely exposing milky cleavage,
nipples like rose petals on snow;
a sleeping grimace punctuates
the amber features of your reverie.
Simultaneous dreams
mirror noir cravings
of a two person choir.
Harmony becomes
restless with night sweats
of mutual distrust;
shallow assignation ending.
At dawn the afterglow fades
into thunderstorms
and door slams.
Practice pedaled piano
dampens yellow reflections
of the last sunrise kiss;
before morning’s flood undermines
the need to cling and repair.
Far away in desert vapors
A movie theme melody
plays against strident chords,
scoring this escape from epoch memories
of who we might have been.